I’ve already mentioned how much we’ve been stared at on this trip. What I haven’t mentioned is many of our “watchers” have camera phones and seem to think they are on par with James Bond in terms of… Read More

Life in San Juan del Sur is pretty sedate. There isn’t a whole lot to do here, beyond hang around and walk on the beach. I’m not complaining, since it’s been a nice break following living and working… Read More

Yesterday, Jenn and I needed to take the bus up to Ostional to pull some rim sherds from last year’s artefact collection. I got on the bus first, since Jenn wanted to stop at the bakery, and managed… Read More

I am a frog, hopping along the jungle floor. From puddle to puddle, I leap, propelling myself ever further with powerful legs, gathering them up beside me before I push off. For a split-second each time, I fly…. Read More

I am being watched. Constantly. There are whispers and hushed voices and the never ending feeling of being watched. No, I haven’t finally lost it (though the mosquito population is doing its best to see that I do),… Read More

In the few years that I’ve been able to call myself an “international traveller,” I have been one of the lucky few to never have had anything stolen. I always knew I was lucky, because no matter how… Read More

The alarm went off at 5am this morning and I made the long trek to the Managua Airport. I lie, the trek wasn’t long, it’s just across the street! I stood in line for awhile, but eventually made… Read More

We made the long trek up to Managua from Rivas this evening. The distance isn’t huge, but the bad roads make feel much longer, especially when you’re riding in the back of a truck bed. The wind was… Read More